Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.